“Now the wife of one of the sons of the prophets cried to Elisha, ‘Your servant my husband is dead, and you know that your servant feared the Lord, but the creditor has come to take my two children to be his slaves.’ And Elisha said to her, ‘What shall I do for you? Tell me; what have you in the house?’ And she said, ‘Your servant has nothing in the house except a jar of oil.’ Then he said, ‘Go outside, borrow vessels from all your neighbors, empty vessels and not too few. Then go in and shut the door behind yourself and your sons and pour into all these vessels. And when one is full, set it aside.’ So she went from him and shut the door behind herself and her sons. And as she poured they brought the vessels to her. When the vessels were full, she said to her son, ‘Bring me another vessel.’ And he said to her, ‘There is not another.’ Then the oil stopped flowing. She came and told the gman of God, and he said, ‘Go, sell the oil and pay your debts, and you and your sons can live on the rest.'”
Oh gracious Jehovah Jireh
How beautiful is that name,
You provide in ways for me
That cannot be explained.
Far above anything I could ever ask
And for your Holy name sake,
On Your children you lavish Your amazing grace
An eternal covenant you would make.
Do you see the widow with the oil
The one who was desperate with her faith?
She came hungry, broken, needy
A sacrifice she would make.
She poured all she had into the vessels
Not a single drop was left,
Jehovah Jireh provided
In Him she now could rest.
The same Provider still gives so much
To His children who are in need,
The greatest way He would provide
Was the lamb to set us free.
Empty vessels are what He asks for
We can never bring too few,
The empty vessels of our hearts and souls
The deepest longings He already knew.
So bring your desperate needs before Him
Bring your loudest cries,
Let Him be Jehovah Jireh
Our God, He alone provides.